Trouble At The Consulate

This is the first time
This is the last time
That we’ll ever meet

This is the mission
That craves our precision
That dictates our actions be discreet

These are the walls that we’ve guarded
The wars that we’ve started
The powers that we’ve made be

They crumble to dust in all places
Yet we leave no traces
The irony’s not lost on me

Now it’s the season
Now is the reason
For an empty heart

Emotions are potent
But live for the moment
Or you’ll be dead before you start

Forget who you were, where you’ve been
Your family and friends
To you they are no longer real

For only the lonely
Can live life a phony
But then give it up for one true ideal